To leave Negreira on the Camino,  one passes through the port of this medieval bridge.

This is one side of a sculpture in Negreira entitled “The Immigrant.” Viewed from here, we first see a confident young man striding into the world to seek a better life. Then, we notice a panicked young boy grasping for his father’s pant leg, desperate to keep him from leaving.

On the other side, the wife and mother left behind sits resigned with an infant child and distraught son. One assumes she must wait for word from the New World about what her future will hold.

From the side, we get some sense of the full drama unfolding. Courage, hope, fear, and resignation.

These are padrón peppers. Best served roasted, with a sprinkle of salt. Unbeatable.

I can’t believe I didn’t pack a chainsaw.

Looking back down the hill as I walk out of Negreira.

This section of the path showed evidence of recent forest fires.

This stone wall beside the path was covered with moss and a variety of flowering plants.

One of my favorite plants along the way. Foxglove is a common wildflower along the roadsides and banks of the Camino paths.

This is the first stone hórreo I’ve seen, but they are plentiful here near the coast. The others I’ve seen in Galicia had sides of vented brick or wood slats. These are used for storing corn.

Living the good life. Sweet grass and no mortgage.

Sights that begin to call me back to Itasca . . . A big lake with the sound of a boat motor underway. . .

. . . blackberry bushes . . .

And new pines.

Best way to recover from a 34km walk? A spicy calamari bocadillo and a cold cerveza.